Lyrics
Oh gather ye close and I’ll tell ye a tale,
Of a giant who walked where the bravest men fail,
Nine feet of shadow, black hair like the night,
With a blade in one hand that could swallow a fight. (Chorus)
Sing ho! for the Highlander’s name! A king born in blood, forged in fire and in flame,
No crown did he seek, no throne did he claim,
But the world bent its knee to the Highlander’s name! They cast him below where the lost souls are thrown,
A labyrinth cursed, where no man comes home,
For a year and a day he fought tooth and bone,
And rose from the dark like a god overthrown. Sing ho! for the Highlander’s name!
A beast unchained, none ever the same,
He walks not for gold, nor glory, nor fame,
But the balance of steel—aye, that is his aim!
(Verse 3) He wandered the lands as a sword for the hire,
Where kings would fall and the weak would conspire,
If the scales ever tipped, he’d answer the call,
Not for good, nor for evil—but to steady it all.
(Chorus)
Sing ho! for the Highlander’s name!
No side did he choose in the mortal game,
When chaos would rise or order would wane,
He’d carve it back true with thunder and pain!
(Verse 4) A kingdom once small, trembling, torn by its fear,
He claimed it in silence, no banners, no cheer,
And those who opposed him were gone in a breath,
For his justice was iron, his judgment was death.
(Chorus)
Sing ho! for the Highlander’s name!
A king without mercy, without need for acclaim,
Feared in the night and feared just the same,
For none could outmatch the Highlander’s flame!
(Bridge – slower, darker)
They say he still walks where the war drums begin,
Where virtue grows weak and corruption grows thin,
And if ever ye hear that long blade sing—
Pray ye are neither a coward… nor king. Sing ho! for the Highlander’s name!
Let the barrels run dry and the fire burn the same!
Raise high your mugs and remember the flame—
Of the giant who mastered the balance of pain!